I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. . . I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes me forever to find a way out. I walk down the same street. There is a hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But, it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. | I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I saw it is there. I still fall in. . . it's a _____________. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out quickly. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. I walk down another street. |